asked, as he smoothly removed his cell phone from its case.
“Sure,” Heather said, as she punched her number inside his cell phone. “You better use it too.” She winked as she and her friend disappeared in the crowd.
Rell watched Heather’s ass switch from side to side before she disappeared through the crowd. “Damn, I gotta hit that,” he said to himself, as he pictured the two going at it in his mind.
“Let’s get up outta here. Its dead in here,” Debo said noticing every body making their exit one by one.
When the trio made it outside, the cool breeze quickly assaulted them.
“Damn its brick (cold) out here,” Rell mumbled, as he tapped on the hood of the limo so the driver could unlock the doors. “Yo open the fucking door,” Rell yelled, ashe walked over to the driver’s window.
“Oh shit,” Rell growled, as he quickly removed his p89 from his waistband. “Somebody shot my fucking driver.”
“Why the fuck would somebody shoot our driver?”Debo asked, holding his Desert Eagle with two hands as his eyes swept the parking lot.
“Fuck that. Get inside the limo until the cab gets here just in case the shooter is still out here,” Mad Dog suggested as he held open the back door.
Rell quickly hopped in the back of the limo and out of the line of fire.
When the cab finally arrived, Rell and Debo quickly slid in the back seat. Mad Dog stayed at the scene and waited until the cops arrived, since the limo was rented in his name.
“Who the fuck would go out and shoot our driver?” Debo asked as he and Rell entered the baby mansion.
“I don’t even know who has the balls to do someshit like that,” Rell said, as he headed over to the mini bar. “We already took care of Ali and G-money so it couldn’t of been them,” Rell said in deep thought.
“Probably some new jack trying to make a name for himself,” Debo said, trying to figure out the mystery.
“Nah, that wasn’t the work of an amateur,” Rell said, downing the liquid fire in one gulp.
“We just gotta be cautious until we get to the bottom of this,” Debo said.
“Don’t worry, I’mma figure this shit out,” Rellsaid in a serious tone.
Chapter8 PainintheAss
Detective Nelson laid on his bed flat, on his stomach, looking at the blank T.V. screen. Only evil and murderous thoughts ran through his mind. Detective Nelson had a mugshot picture of Big Mel lying right next to him. Every time he looked at it, the more he wanted to kill Big Mel. The Detective hadn’t slept in a week. Instead, he stayed up all night spinning the barrel on his .357 Magnum thinking about how was going to kill the big man when he caught him.
Detective Nelson didn’t mind the fact that Big Mel had robbed him. He didn’t like how Big Mel had tamperedwith his manhood; for that Big Mel had to die a slow and painful death.
“Why are we hiding from these niggaz like some bitches?” Knowledge huffed, as he paced back and forth in the hotel room.
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up and stop complaining? We still getting money so what’s the big deal?” Skip grunted, as he served a crack head, and then sent him back on his way.
“It’s not about the money. It’s about standing our ground,” Knowledge continued his rant.
“Listen, G-money will be here in about an hour. Take it up with him when he get here,” Skip said, ending the conversation.
Forty-five minutes later, Skip heard a loud knock at the door. When he answered it, G-money stood on the other side.
“What’s good?” G-money asked; as he stepped in the hotel room giving each man dap.
“So what’s the plan?” Knowledge asked, thirsty to let his gun do the talking for him.
“Who’s this guy who tried to smoke ya’ll?” G-money asked.
“Some cat named Roy,” Skip answered. “I did a little research on dude and from what I hear he’s the real deal.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” G-money smiled. “Everybody strap up.”
“What’s the plan?” Suge asked, as he handed G-money a
“Sure,” Heather said, as she punched her number inside his cell phone. “You better use it too.” She winked as she and her friend disappeared in the crowd.
Rell watched Heather’s ass switch from side to side before she disappeared through the crowd. “Damn, I gotta hit that,” he said to himself, as he pictured the two going at it in his mind.
“Let’s get up outta here. Its dead in here,” Debo said noticing every body making their exit one by one.
When the trio made it outside, the cool breeze quickly assaulted them.
“Damn its brick (cold) out here,” Rell mumbled, as he tapped on the hood of the limo so the driver could unlock the doors. “Yo open the fucking door,” Rell yelled, ashe walked over to the driver’s window.
“Oh shit,” Rell growled, as he quickly removed his p89 from his waistband. “Somebody shot my fucking driver.”
“Why the fuck would somebody shoot our driver?”Debo asked, holding his Desert Eagle with two hands as his eyes swept the parking lot.
“Fuck that. Get inside the limo until the cab gets here just in case the shooter is still out here,” Mad Dog suggested as he held open the back door.
Rell quickly hopped in the back of the limo and out of the line of fire.
When the cab finally arrived, Rell and Debo quickly slid in the back seat. Mad Dog stayed at the scene and waited until the cops arrived, since the limo was rented in his name.
“Who the fuck would go out and shoot our driver?” Debo asked as he and Rell entered the baby mansion.
“I don’t even know who has the balls to do someshit like that,” Rell said, as he headed over to the mini bar. “We already took care of Ali and G-money so it couldn’t of been them,” Rell said in deep thought.
“Probably some new jack trying to make a name for himself,” Debo said, trying to figure out the mystery.
“Nah, that wasn’t the work of an amateur,” Rell said, downing the liquid fire in one gulp.
“We just gotta be cautious until we get to the bottom of this,” Debo said.
“Don’t worry, I’mma figure this shit out,” Rellsaid in a serious tone.
Chapter8 PainintheAss
Detective Nelson laid on his bed flat, on his stomach, looking at the blank T.V. screen. Only evil and murderous thoughts ran through his mind. Detective Nelson had a mugshot picture of Big Mel lying right next to him. Every time he looked at it, the more he wanted to kill Big Mel. The Detective hadn’t slept in a week. Instead, he stayed up all night spinning the barrel on his .357 Magnum thinking about how was going to kill the big man when he caught him.
Detective Nelson didn’t mind the fact that Big Mel had robbed him. He didn’t like how Big Mel had tamperedwith his manhood; for that Big Mel had to die a slow and painful death.
“Why are we hiding from these niggaz like some bitches?” Knowledge huffed, as he paced back and forth in the hotel room.
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up and stop complaining? We still getting money so what’s the big deal?” Skip grunted, as he served a crack head, and then sent him back on his way.
“It’s not about the money. It’s about standing our ground,” Knowledge continued his rant.
“Listen, G-money will be here in about an hour. Take it up with him when he get here,” Skip said, ending the conversation.
Forty-five minutes later, Skip heard a loud knock at the door. When he answered it, G-money stood on the other side.
“What’s good?” G-money asked; as he stepped in the hotel room giving each man dap.
“So what’s the plan?” Knowledge asked, thirsty to let his gun do the talking for him.
“Who’s this guy who tried to smoke ya’ll?” G-money asked.
“Some cat named Roy,” Skip answered. “I did a little research on dude and from what I hear he’s the real deal.”
“That’s what I like to hear,” G-money smiled. “Everybody strap up.”
“What’s the plan?” Suge asked, as he handed G-money a
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